Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.